Well, see, Jimmy Webb was driving by the park and there had been a reception that got rained out. So there really was a wedding cake in the rain and he thought that was a sad metaphor for something....

OK, but that doesn't address the fact that the singer will never have that recipe again.

WTF?

For some reason that xkcd reminded me of the Far Side cartoon, where every scientist at a symposium has a duck, except for one who forgot his.

Yeah, even though it's not the same situation. It'd be closer if the one scientist didn't know why everyone else had a duck.

From the SciFi Channel's website: Review: Take a bite out of Jane Austen with Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

A mostly good review, that concludes thusly:

It would be nice to report that Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is hilarious all the way through, but no. Its one-joke conceit (but very good one-joke conceit) carries it farther than you'd expect, but not all the way to the end. Folks who like zombies for their own sake will likely wish there were more of them and folks unfamiliar with Austen who find themselves enjoying her will likely wish they could wipe away the undead graffiti and see the original as it was meant to read. In practice, this volume is not one you read yourself but one you show to friends with a literary bent in order to see their appalled reaction.

As for Jane Austen herself, the one thing that keeps her from rising from the grave in protest is the difficulty involved in getting to her feet when she's so busy spinning.

edit to bold my favorite part....

We had 5 minutes of snow flurries yesterday AM. In GEORGIA.

MacArthur Park will always call up for me the memory of retrieving my mother's wedding cake from the neighbor's fridge in what was essentially monsoon rains, and singing the song as we walked veeeery carefully with our umbrella down the sidewalk.

They are so wrong about MacArthur Park being the worst song. The worst song ever is clearly Honey by Bobby Goldsboro.

They are so wrong about MacArthur Park being the worst song. The worst song ever is clearly Honey by Bobby Goldsboro.

Nah. It's "We Built This City" by Jefferson Starship.

Butterfly Kisses is the worst.

Having My Baby. By whoever that is that sings it.

Paula Anka. And now I am ashamed that a) I didn't know that and b) that I can never listen to "Put Your Head on my Shoulder" again.

The power tools have been going for 20 minutes now. I've been up since before 7, so no big deal to me, but isn't before 8 a bit early for the major noise?

All this so they can raise my rent even more, I suppose. ::shudder::

Thanks for the xkcd explanation. Every now and again he sails completely and totally over my head.

Oh, come on. "See the tree how big it's grown, but friend, it hasn't been too long, it wasn't big."

"Having My Baby" is certainly in the Top 40 in hell.

I think "We Built This City" is unfairly rated because of the meta. It's a complete sell-out for the band, but in and of itself it doesn't get anywhere near "Butterfly Kisses" land.